Would I know my Savior, wrapped in swaddling bands?
Lying in a manger-bed
Light of heaven round his head
Would I hear the angels bend t’ward earth to sing?
Would I know the Holy Child?
Would I know my King?
Would I know my Savior, safe in Mary’s arms?
Cradled in a lullaby
Heaven’s legions watching nigh
Would I know his goodness?
Would I feel his grace?
Would I know the Holy Child if I beheld his face?
Would I know my Savior, in a lowly stall?
Where the lowing cattle feed
Where the silver starlight leads
Where the humble shepherds seek the Holy One
Would I hear the Spirit whisper,
“This is God’s own Son.”
I think my heart would know him
Christ
The Holy One
For I can hear the Spirit whisper,
“This is God’s own Son.”